John Russo

Grandma's Pasta - Poem by John Russo

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Grandma’s Pasta

It was as good as goldComing home on a warm dreadful dayWhen grandma comes home it makes my dayWhen the tomato’s hop into the potYou know what’s going downMy body is shaking, I’m about to drownSeeing the warm, luscious, red sauce in the potYou know it’s going to hit the spotWhen the pasta jumps into the boiling waterI can barely sit up straight if it takes much longerFinally the pasta jumps on my plateNow it’s time to stuff my face